Just Once More

To return

Hope breathes in the wind.

It is whispered in the rustle of leaves.

I feel disconnected from it though, and the breezy gusts make me shiver in the cold.

There is nothing beautiful in the wind.

Nothing beautiful to me.

 

I am tired. It is cold.

I want to sleep, and never wake up.

This fortress of my thoughts has become my prison and I cannot hope to escape.

How could the things that once brought so much beauty, turned so suddenly.

How could spring have turned into this harsh winter?

 

How could those bright beautiful thoughts, have faded into this...into this darkness?

How could they do this to me?

 

 

I miss my life. A life filled with mysteries.

With longing, of hoping, of dreaming.

Please, let me go back.

Turn time back, and let the days return.

 

Just once more.

 

Oh I feel like I have been down this road before. I’ve seen these signs, the path is familiar. How could I have taken a dead end road again? This is not what I wanted.

To chase a rainbow, is to follow a jagged path of illusion through the woods.

Not all beauty can be captured. Why do I chase it anyways?

 

Can you hold the sunlight in your hand?

We can, but it will not last.

We can only enjoy the things that are beautiful.

They are not ours to keep.

 

I am lost on this path. It is too dark to see.

I wish the sun would come back!

 

Just once more.

 

I wish the days would be filled with happiness, like they were when I was young.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reality echoes through this life. It reoccurs in the rivers and canyons of life.

We drink its sweetness and find beauty and satisfaction unmatched.

Things change though. Nothing stays the same.

 

Reality takes on different forms, and our lives are never as they were.

Rivers dry up. Valleys grow dark. The sun disappears into the night.

People change. Dreams change.

Hearts change when they are focused on temporal things.

My heart cannot trust itself,

it can only follow something much greater then itself.

 

I want to dive into the ocean of freedom. I want to swim beneath the crashing waves.

I want to live on the edge, but to keep from falling I have to stop. I cannot go any farther.

I cannot live under the waves of fantasy. I have to breathe too.

Hope is lost. I cannot find it. I cannot find anything to give me hope.

 

 

 

I know it will return though, even though it is gone. It will come back.

I believe, even when I cannot see.

I have faith, even when it is gone.

I have life, even though it’s brought me to the edge.

Hope breathes in the wind.

It is in the beauty of life.

It is in the sun.

 

I only wish it would shine on me.

 

Just once more.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

beautiful, emotional, and overwhelming. terrificc work!

[ttom]

It's a very good poem. I like the way it swings through your emotions, ending with strentgh in faith. There is always a reason for change. Sometimes we need time and distance to see it. Great writing!.